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AUTHOR’S RESPONSE TO SOME REVIEWS:
“Prophetess Of Hearts: You really wanna see Daria and
Raven fight, don’t you.”
My response:
Yes – I do that because I’m a very bad person -)

“Dark Weezing: Nice Watchmen refer and the L.O.G.? Don’t
get my hopes up that it’s Ren and Stimpy. ”
My response:
Oops, writing about L.O.G., I’ve totally forgotten the
use of that name in the Ren and Stimpy universe. Well, it is only a name
and hasn’t great influence for the rest of the story, nor will George Liquor
rise from the death.

“Anonymous: “This was kinda stupid and pointless. It really
wasn’t funny and everybody was completely out of character. Waiting for
more!
sarcasm”
My response:
Understood ;-)

“Jt( ): Very good story, but whom is Amy Barksdale?
”
My response:
She’s an official canon character in the TV-series Daria.
Find out her role in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Daria and associated characters are owned by MTV. This is fan fiction written for entertainment only. No money or other negotiable currency or goods have been exchanged.

This is the second story in the Last Summer series.

Richard Lobinske

Shifts in Mood

Daria sat on her bed reading a black covered spiral notebook with 1998 Vol. 2 written in neat letters on the cover label. Beside the bed was a small fireproof lockbox holding a stack of similar notebooks and several disk copies of valuable computer files. She wore a black t shirt and blue shorts and was barefoot, having not bothered to change from the clothes she slept in. After a bad night resulting from her residual feelings for Tom, she had decided to stay in her room and deconstruct the relationship by reviewing her diaries. Daria had reached the entry she made after returning home from Janes after the fire and stopped, thinking, at one line.

“Could they
make the holidays any more vulgar?” Daria asked as the next
commercial came on.

“I hope so.” Jane
replied with a smirk.

Daria sat up. “What?”

Jane shrugged. “The more debased they
become, the less reason to celebrate them, and the less reason for my
family to get together, until presto! I’m finally alone on
Thanksgiving with a TV dinner.”

“Sometimes
I wonder if you’re too cynical, even for me.”

Jane
thought of the long-ago conversation she’d had with Daria about the
holidays. Currently, it was the day before Thanksgiving and she was
by herself. True, Trent was due back that day, but since her parents
had left on a trip to Belize together that morning, at most, it would
be her and Trent for the holiday. Her father had gotten a job
photographing for a travel brochure and her mother had taken the
opportunity to study the local crafts. Remembering the last time all
the Lanes had come home, she thought it was probably for the best.

Trent sat on the living
room couch, trying to look Janey in the eye, but he found his
mission well, to be clich, impossible. She was looking
anywhere, everywhere, in the room BUT at her brother.

You think shes
gay?

Jane jumped, a guilty
look on her face. I didnt say that. And then, realizing how
that sounded, I mean, not that it would be completely wrong if she
was, but the problem is Trent, I think she likes me!

Trent sighed. And
what exactly did she say to make you think that? he was trying his
best to reason her out of this conclusion, but with the evidence she
claimed to have, it sounded all too true.

I asked her if there
was a new man in her life, and she said something about there being
someone there that she hadnt considered in that way before,
and now shes considering them. Jane was doing her best to quote
verbatim. She too wanted her reasoning to be faulty.

Disclaimer: This Daria and associated characters are owned by MTV. This is fan fiction written for entertainment only. No money or other negotiable currency or goods have been exchanged.

This is the fifth story in the Last Summer series

Richard Lobinske

Comforting a Confused Soul

Jane Lane stepped back from the easel to take in the full composition. The subjects were roughed in, but recognizable. Jake and Helen Morgendorffer were placed in the center. Daria was placed next to Helen, and Quinn beside Jake, both slightly in front of their parents. Jake was painted wearing a tuxedo, Helen in a dark red evening gown, Quinn in blue, and Daria in black. Tacked across the top of the canvas were large scans of each in their formal attire. Beside the easel was a table with four artist mannequins, posed as a group that matched the family portrait. Swing-arm lamps were clamped to the table to give stable lighting to them. Hours of work still lay ahead before the painting would be complete, but Jane was happy with the progress made. Thumb on brush handle, she eyeballed the proportions and placement of the painting. While taking these measurements, thought back to the small party at Darias a couple weeks ago.

AUTHOR’S RESPONSE TO SOME REVIEWS:
“Ben Breeck: Still, why Raven? Why not, say, Terra or
Starfire?”
My response:
Why not! When you got an idea about a Daria-Terra or
Daria-Starfire fanfiction, then write them down. Just let me do the Daria-Raven
stuff.

Earthfirewindwater: “Please have Daria become friends
with Raven those two have very compatible personalities. ”
My response:
-) Read chapter 2 to find out why that won’t be too
easy-)

Mike ILLER: “I can’t stand writers who only do what they
do ta’ get a nice little pat on the head and maybe a treat. I ain’t here
to stroke yer ego.”
and
Reyemile: “I am morally opposed to people so desperate
for attention that they refuse to publish more unless they get reviews/requests.”
My response:
You both are totally right: I am an egoistic, immature,
publicity-seeking-scoundrel, who should be punished. I swear that I will
never make any of such outrageous selfish claims again, and I won’t demand
any spotlight anymore to compensate for the endless hours of writing and
the weeks of writers-block I’d had.

You two broke up? She would have dropped her paintbrush, but over the
years shed gotten enough shocking news while painting (Im getting
married again. Wind says. Im having another baby. Summer says. Im
moving to Venezuela. Penny says.)

Yeah. I dont really know how it happened either. Daria was flipped
upside-down over the edge of the bed, like she always did when she was in
deep thought. Shed removed her jacket, because the A/C was on the fritz
and it was blazing hot. Her glasses had kept slipping off her nose, so
shed removed them too. She looked strangely vulnerable: eyes wide with
confusion at what she seemed to be so casually shrugging off, hair
glistening and slightly wavy from the sweat, fingers curled around some
imagined thing in the air in front of her, gesticulating as she spoke. We
were just sitting there, and he asked why I wasnt talking… she trailed
off, as shed done many times in the last 15 minutes of trying to explain.

I don’t own Daria, or Quinn. I used them for entertainment only, and make no kind of profit whatsoever from it. If you, for any asinine reason, what to do something with this piece of drivel, feel free too.

It was a beautiful autumn day – maybe a tad too cold to wander around in only shirt, but definitely great. The sun was shining through the yellow and red leaves, coloring the dull asphalt in warm tones. He looked around, and checked out his huge single crimson rose. Probabily, she could use it as a walking cane, if she’d liked. He flicked his sleeve off, and glanced on his watch – it was quarter to four. She would be here any second now.

And there she was, indeed – her red head almost glowing in the sun rays. She looked so adorable in her light cardigan. He idly wondered, how did she managed to make loose cardigan look so sexy on her. One more reason to saluvate over her secretly. And oh, how did he lusted after her.

Assume
standard disclaimer.
Special
Thanks to MJ Pollard for the title suggestion and Scissors
MacGillicutty for the
fabulous quote.

“What
you seek in vain for, half your life, one day you come full upon all
the family at dinner. You seek it like a dream, and as soon as you
find it you become its prey”-Thoreau

Daria sat in the second
day of O’Neill’s insufferable self-esteem class. At least, it was
almost over.

“Excellent! When we talk about ‘ourselves’
we’re talking about ‘us.’ Now, guys, I’ve got a little
challenge for you. Today we talked about turning your daydreams into
reality. Tonight, I want each one of you to go home and do just that.
What do you say? Um… you.” O’Neill pointed to Daria. “What’s
a daydream that you’d like to see come true?”

“Well,
I guess I’d like my whole family to do something together.”
Daria monotoned.